“the word ‘time’ split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and few to attach themselves to their places in an ode to time; an immortal ode to time. he sang.”
Good riddance, 2022. I wish you all a happy and kind new year.
Books Read: 9
I’m happy I went out on a high note with reading. Despite the rather unpleasant reread of Gender Trouble, everything I read this month was good (which is because I mostly reread things I already knew I liked). I’m not a huge fan of Shelley’s poetry, but it wasn’t painful or anything. And I discovered that I actually do like Virginia Woolf. I don’t know what my problem was the last time I read Mrs. Dalloway, but this time I loved it!
The Ordinary Princess by M. M. Kaye - 5 stars ®
Selected Poems by Percy Bysshe Shelley - 3 stars
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley - 4 stars ®
Gender Trouble by Judith Butler - 2 stars ®
Thelma by Marie Corelli - 4 stars
The Rime of the Ancient Mariner and Other Poems by Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 4 stars
Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf - 4.5 stars ®
Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys - 4 stars ®
Arcadia by Tom Stoppard - 5 stars ®
On Tumblr:
There’s a nice assortment of things here, including quotes, lists, cat photography, and some photos from my wedding.
November Wrap Up
Book Quotes: The Ordinary Princess by M. M. Kaye
Book Quotes: Wide Sargasso Sea by Jean Rhys
British Literature III Banner
Cat Photography: Snuggle Boys
Wedding Photos: Reader, I Married Him
Reblogged: YA Horror and Magical Realism Recommendations
All the Fantasy Novels aliteraryprincess Has Read
aliteraryprincess’ Books Read in 2022
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And a great mix here too.
November Wrap Up - 6 books, 2 DNFs, and Nonfiction November!
2023 Reading Goals and Plans - The George Eliot Project, Fairy Tale Friday, & More!
So on a summer’s day waves collect, overbalance, and fall; collect and fall; and the whole world seems to be saying ‘that is all’ more and more ponderously, until even the heart in the body which lies in the sun on the beach says too, That is all. Fear no more, says the heart. Fear no more, says the heart, committing its burden to some sea, which sighs collectively for all sorrows, and renews, begins, collects, lets fall.
“Era sempre stato così: le sembrava di volere una cosa così tanto da star male, da vivere per essa, le sembrava di non poter respirare senza… E poi quando l’aveva questa l’annoiava immediatamente e tutto il suo interesse si disperdeva nel vuoto. Aveva questa consapevolezza: era diventata grande senza neanche accorgersene, ma era e sarebbe sempre stata un vuoto a perdere”.
OH, ok I know its old news at this point, but I will never get over Maisie Johnson in Mrs. Dalloway, because she is LITERALLY superfluous to everything but carries the meaning of the book on her shoulders. She rolls up for maybe two paragraphs, asks for directions, thinks about her future in London, and then another older woman looks at her and goes "Damn. My life sucks, wish I was young" and again, literally about two paragraphs to this entire interaction, but Its so emblematic of A. Clarrisa's struggle and acceptance with growing older and the nature of change, and B. How everyone has their own complex life going on, and how it's hard to appreciate or understand someone else's view. I think the fact that we do only see Maisie and Carrie (The old woman) for this brief snippet lends to that even more - Is this their story? No, Its Clarrisa's, but Clarrisa's is not complete without showing everyone else's story, even the people she doesn't even know!
J. Rothman on Virginia Woolf's idea of privacy: "It’s hard to say just what holding onto life without looking at it might mean; that’s one of the puzzles of her books. But it has something to do with preserving life’s mystery; with leaving certain things undescribed, unspecified, and unknown; with savoring certain emotions, such as curiosity, surprise, desire, and anticipation. It depends on an intensified sense of life’s preciousness and fragility, and on a Heisenberg-like notion that, when it comes to our most abstract and spiritual intuitions, looking too closely changes what we feel. It has to do, in other words, with a kind of inner privacy, by means of which you shield yourself not just from others’ prying eyes, but from your own."
A verdade é que às vezes não podia resistir ao encanto de uma mulher, não de uma menina, de uma mulher que lhe confessava, como às vezes acontecia, alguma aventura, algum deslize. Ou fosse por piedade, ou pela beleza, ou por ser mais velha que a outra, ou por algum acidente fortuito – como um suave perfume, ou um violino na sala próxima (tão estranho é o poder do som em certos momentos), ela então sentia indubitavelmente o que os homens sentem. Só por um momento; mas era bastante. Era uma súbita revelação, como um rubor que se quisesse deter, mas a quem a gente se abandonasse, sentindo-o estender-se; e vai-se até o último limite, e tem-se uma vertigem, e sente-se que o mundo se aproxima carregado de assombrosas significações; um concentrado êxtase que oprime, até que enfim se rompe, derramando-se com extraordinário alívio sobre as dores e as chagas!
But there could be no doubt that greatness was seated within; greatness was passing, hidden, down Bond Street, removed only by a hand’s-breadth from ordinary people who might now, for the first and last time, be within speaking distance of the majesty of England, of the enduring symbol of the state which will be known to curious antiquaries, sifting the ruins of time, when London is a grass-grown path and all those hurrying along the pavement this Wednesday morning are but bones with a few wedding rings mixed up in their dust and the gold stoppings of innumerable decayed teeth. The face in the motor car will then be known.
- Mrs. Dalloway, by Virginia Woolf
Sorry for the long-ish quote, but I'm currently reading Mrs. Dalloway and I can't help but highlight everything in it! It's such a comfort book (so far).